"Why do I feel uneasy about signs of the Haidongqing God appearing at this time?"
An ominous thought rose in Mo Xie's mind. Seeing that the lightning in the sky had vanished, he had Xiao Qing fly a little farther ahead.
The strange lightning phenomenon did not recur, and the thunder element had returned to normal. Only a lingering smell of scorched flesh and cooked meat remained in the air. Clearly, some creatures roaming nearby had been struck.
Sitting on the Azure-Feathered Wind Eagle's back, Mo Xie surveyed the devastated ground below. Suddenly, he spotted a temple amid a patch of weeds and trees.
"A temple, out here in the middle of nowhere..."
The surroundings of the Sacrificial Temple were deserted. Apart from a few withered vines and old trees, there was nothing, not even another building.
What was more, he actually sensed a trace of a living person's presence. Connecting it to the Haidongqing God that had just appeared, he began to understand.
Mo Xie furrowed his brows. After considering it for a moment, he gently patted Xiao Qing.
Xiao Qing let out a cry and beat its wings, descending in front of the Sacrificial Temple.
Mo Xie had barely jumped down when a cool, melodious voice came from inside. It clearly belonged to a woman, and its icy tone held a note of wariness.
"Who's outside?"
Mo Xie thought for a moment before answering slowly.
"Oh, well, I ran into that thunderstorm just now and got a little hurt. I thought I'd rest here for a while. I didn't expect to disturb a fairy like you."
"What fairy? I'm only here to pay respects to my ancestors."
As soon as she finished speaking, a woman stepped gracefully out of the dim temple. A Colored Headscarf covered her head,